Ej Laflare - Rise Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Ej Laflare] I spit so much, that n***as call me "The Salivator" Eating this beat like a f**ing alligator And all you n***as, ya'll are sweeter than some Now and Later's I'm the type of dude to f** a b**h, and call an hour later I serve n***as so well, that I don't rap I'm now a waiter n***as hearing me and Nate snap, and now want a favor Ain't no coming back n***a, because you're now a traitor You put that suit on, I guess you think you're now a savior I get paid to be amazing I was born in an asylum for the lyrically insane And every single verse is from years of feeling pain All my tears and all my fears are donated to this game I guess you gotta start somewhere f** a beef, cause underneath, there's a heart somewhere And I want everyone to see me get on What I spit is so real, you need 3-D headphones After "I'm Not Typical", n***as think they know me now They're on my jock cause I'm young, but it ain't going down I ain't sick of these haters, cause hate is a disease I'm antisocial with haters I'm in parentheses I just need a shisha pipe on my lap And if hip-hop is dead, I'm bringing life to my craft And nobody's perfect And that goes for me too But I'm an a**, so Imma sh** on 'em, I guess that's what we do [Hook: Nature Nate] Yeah We on the rise, but everybody's sleeping on us Them other guys ain't got nothing on us Yeah, them other guys ain't got nothing on us We rising We rise (x2) [Verse 2: Nature Nate] "Okay, my name is Nathaniel I got a friend named Daniel And I am not a joke Though I don't hang out with them friends that smoke." That was my first bars ever, wrote them in kindergarten Been on this sh** since a youngin', my nig I'm still the hardest Smartest, with dumb green Pockets grew from the special garden Retarded money No lungs breathe, oxygen has departed These artists, they choking because of Nate My flow is a jug of mace forced down your throat Watch you suffocate Uh, I'll bust your grape This sh** ain't even a verse no more, it's a f**ing rape Run a train on the melody 808's 69 with my lyrics I eat the f**ing ba** out We eating while we eating, then go back for another plate But face down We up, we up 'till late nights turn into early mornings I'm never yawning I'm never sleep, but they still sleeping on us They cutting corners We're cutting wheat Now that's a f**ing harvest Artists with Farmer's Market receipts You reap what you sew You eat what you grow That's persistence with subsistence Agriculture, you wouldn't know Even though I got the flow Tryna make it out of Dallas is like racing in a boat with teammates that never row With your whole supporting cast lowkey thinking you'll never blow Well, did no one know if his boat was ever gonna float? Nope He just had hope and faith Now watch me laugh at you n***as as I float away Nature Nate [Hook: Nature Nate]